They leave the office.

Deborah waited until Brian had cleaned up all her juices, then she gently pushed him back. She stood up and said, "Go ahead and clean yourself up, lover. It's time to go shopping."

"Oh, right," said Brian. "What are we getting?"

The gorgeous blonde put her arms over her head and stretched like she'd just woken up from a wonderful night's sleep. "Everything! You're my boyfriend now, so that means you have to buy me anything I want!"

"Yes, absolutely," said Briand. He used a tissue from his desk to clean his face, then walked towards the door. He stopped before he touched it. "Wait, there are a lot of people working outside. I can't go out there."

"Aw, poor baby," said Deborah. She put her arms around him and held his head against her shoulder. "You're worried that you'll crap your pants if you have to talk to people, like all those other times you did that. I'll take care of you. All you need to do is listen to these simple directions.

"Don't make eye contact with anyone. If you look at anyone other than me, your face might burst into flames, so don't look at anyone but me. Second, if someone tries to talk to you, don't even listen to them. Just start singing in your head as loud as you can imagine and ignore everything they say. My voice is soothing and comforting, but listening to anyone else talk will make you more and more nervous until you pee your pants. So only listen to me.

"Do you understand?"

Brian nodded his head. His new girlfriend let him go, then led him out of the office. A few people tried to talk to him, but he just ignored them and Deborah explained that he was on his way to an important meeting. Soon they were out of the building